Deepa and Shanti are squatting on the floor. They are going to play 'house-house' today. A mat is spread out on the floor. Some clay utensils, a broken jar, a small ball of dough, a spoon and some herbs are laid out on a coir mat before them; they are now ready to cook a mock-meal between them. I smile. I will press that ball of dough between my fingers and flatten it expertly on my palm into a small smooth roundel. Mother always praises me for that.